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Was I being a tease?
I think it started when I was around six and he was eight or nine, but he had been touching me for long I knew him. I don’t remember saying no I remember pushing him away a little bit sometimes and offering excuses like trouble or you need to go to the living room. He was a Cousin lived in a different state on my mom side so we only saw them during the summer. What confuses me is that I have perfectly normal memories of him and then it would just change we be playing regular kids and then he would get upset with me because we didn’t come the previous summer like we normally do even though I had no control over for that. He would say that I had to make it up to him.
I have one very distinct memories of him, kissing me tell me to open my mouth then me washing my mouth after he left repeatedly . but now that I’m an adult cannot help, but wonder why I would continue playing with him like I did the rest of my cousins. By the time I was 12 he started trying to push more and I started to resist more so he said that tell everything I let him do to me and say my parents wouldn’t allow us to come to that state anymore so my mom would never see her siblings again.
Around that same time my classmate (who was the only person who would talk to me in 7th grade when my entire grade decided to hate me for a full school year and then just stopped. He was also picked on, but he was generally chill.) started to touch me every civics class we were assigned to the back row since we were “less problematic” in a rowdy class. I think I might’ve been missing something cause it once again felt like we were just playing and talking normally and it started and I just continued to look at the board and try to move his hand away. I stopped going to the lunchroom because it was too much for me so I would sneak upstairs to my next class on the eighth grade floor to read since I knew it’d be empty.
Once he found me up there and began a normal conversation about I think picture day because it was the one day we weren’t in a uniform and I wore my favorite blue dress. Earlier that day in another class, we had watched a movie with my 2 friends and one gave me her sweatshirt to cover my legs So I could sit on the floor with them. He told me that I was always being the tease. I tried to leave politely after that(probably should’ve try to leave earlier) but this particular time he was more assertive instead of touching like before did shoved his fingers inside me. This messes me up alot when I think about it because I came and I didn’t want to, but I did which he saw and took out his fingers and gladly told me he knew I liked it and that there were other things he could put up there next time. I went and clean myself up that was the last time I wore that dress ever and never wore a dress to school for as long as I was there and any other time I wore shorts under my dresses.
At the same time, there was another boy almost 3 years older who I knew for at least 5 years and was dating my cousin/best friend. He was always normal before then we were working on homework in the back with his 6 year old sister while a meeting was going on because I had like 3 pounds of homework. As soon as his sister went to the storage to play with the decorations he started trying to touch me, I removed his hands he apologize we move on and then he start again, but being more aggressive, he was probably the most violent out of them because he actually hit me and choked me.
At some point his sister, who was like my little sister, came back around the corner, he just told me to get rid of her or he would continue with her watching so I asked her to go match all the fake flower decorations together with smile on my face. Once she left we continued to fight until he had me pinned, and was unfastening his pants ensuring me that it will only hurt if it wasn’t wet. Which scared me because I realized he didn’t plan on stopping but he was interrupted before he could do anything else because someone started to open the door to say that the meeting was over. He smiled like nothing happened and suggested that I keep it to myself, which I did though it didn’t stop for two more years.
I wanted to just drop it especially because I wasn’t actually raped but it’s hard sometimes to even lay on my stomach in the bed because I feel like someone’s hands are on my wrist or I feel like somebody is kissing or touching me and I can’t breathe. Sometimes when I start to drift off to sleep , I feel someone pull me out of my bed or lay with me, even though I know in reality there’s no one there. I didn’t have a lot of memories from that time, but I’m starting to remember more these days. The more I think about it the more I think that the common denominator in these situations is me. Four different people in four different places who don’t even know each other so I’m truly wondering what I could have done differently to dissuade them?
I think it started when I was around six and he was eight or nine, but he had been touching me for long I knew him. I don’t remember saying no I remember pushing him away a little bit sometimes and offering excuses like trouble or you need to go to the living room. He was a Cousin lived in a different state on my mom side so we only saw them during the summer. What confuses me is that I have perfectly normal memories of him and then it would just change we be playing regular kids and then he would get upset with me because we didn’t come the previous summer like we normally do even though I had no control over for that. He would say that I had to make it up to him.
I have one very distinct memories of him, kissing me tell me to open my mouth then me washing my mouth after he left repeatedly . but now that I’m an adult cannot help, but wonder why I would continue playing with him like I did the rest of my cousins. By the time I was 12 he started trying to push more and I started to resist more so he said that tell everything I let him do to me and say my parents wouldn’t allow us to come to that state anymore so my mom would never see her siblings again.
Around that same time my classmate (who was the only person who would talk to me in 7th grade when my entire grade decided to hate me for a full school year and then just stopped. He was also picked on, but he was generally chill.) started to touch me every civics class we were assigned to the back row since we were “less problematic” in a rowdy class. I think I might’ve been missing something cause it once again felt like we were just playing and talking normally and it started and I just continued to look at the board and try to move his hand away. I stopped going to the lunchroom because it was too much for me so I would sneak upstairs to my next class on the eighth grade floor to read since I knew it’d be empty.
Once he found me up there and began a normal conversation about I think picture day because it was the one day we weren’t in a uniform and I wore my favorite blue dress. Earlier that day in another class, we had watched a movie with my 2 friends and one gave me her sweatshirt to cover my legs So I could sit on the floor with them. He told me that I was always being the tease. I tried to leave politely after that(probably should’ve try to leave earlier) but this particular time he was more assertive instead of touching like before did shoved his fingers inside me. This messes me up alot when I think about it because I came and I didn’t want to, but I did which he saw and took out his fingers and gladly told me he knew I liked it and that there were other things he could put up there next time. I went and clean myself up that was the last time I wore that dress ever and never wore a dress to school for as long as I was there and any other time I wore shorts under my dresses.
At the same time, there was another boy almost 3 years older who I knew for at least 5 years and was dating my cousin/best friend. He was always normal before then we were working on homework in the back with his 6 year old sister while a meeting was going on because I had like 3 pounds of homework. As soon as his sister went to the storage to play with the decorations he started trying to touch me, I removed his hands he apologize we move on and then he start again, but being more aggressive, he was probably the most violent out of them because he actually hit me and choked me.
At some point his sister, who was like my little sister, came back around the corner, he just told me to get rid of her or he would continue with her watching so I asked her to go match all the fake flower decorations together with smile on my face. Once she left we continued to fight until he had me pinned, and was unfastening his pants ensuring me that it will only hurt if it wasn’t wet. Which scared me because I realized he didn’t plan on stopping but he was interrupted before he could do anything else because someone started to open the door to say that the meeting was over. He smiled like nothing happened and suggested that I keep it to myself, which I did though it didn’t stop for two more years.
I wanted to just drop it especially because I wasn’t actually raped but it’s hard sometimes to even lay on my stomach in the bed because I feel like someone’s hands are on my wrist or I feel like somebody is kissing or touching me and I can’t breathe. Sometimes when I start to drift off to sleep , I feel someone pull me out of my bed or lay with me, even though I know in reality there’s no one there. I didn’t have a lot of memories from that time, but I’m starting to remember more these days. The more I think about it the more I think that the common denominator in these situations is me. Four different people in four different places who don’t even know each other so I’m truly wondering what I could have done differently to dissuade them?
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